There was once a boy born to an average family. This boy was loved and protected by his parents so much that they didn't let him get injured or even fall down. Even as the boy grew up, his parents watched over him and took care of him so that he would not be in danger.

This boy grew to be a man of 30. He was successful in his career and he was always invited to speak to audiences.

One day, this man was walking up stage when he tripped over his shoelaces and fell. And because it was the first time he fell, he cried.

I feel like that man in his thirties.

Over protected that when something very minor happens, because it never happened to me, I have no idea what to make of it, all I can do is cry.

I've not cried in so long, it feels so painful but so good at the same time. I felt like a little girl again. I felt like I had to cry to God and tell Him everything on my mind. I could only cry to God. I felt like I could only rely on God.

Its 4 am and I still can't sleep, I had to write something.

It's really stupid really, cos in the first place everything was a miscommunication.

My heart hurts really bad. Real real bad I literally can't breathe too deep.